I'm a dick…

I’m kind of a dick sometimes.

Not intentionally, most of the time.

If it wasn’t for Facebook I probably wouldn’t keep in touch with my family and friends.

It’s not that I don’t think about them, even though, if I’m being honest, I don’t spend hours thinking about them.

I miss Cincinnati.

As crazy as it sounds I miss Ohio.

A lot actually.

Many of my fondest memories are of those railroad tracks that Andy and I walked every damn day walking from town to his house.

Bald Ed and I hanging out in the back of the church doing everything that might get us sent to Hell.

My brothers, I miss them.

A lot.

All the people I love, loved, have passed away, I miss them all.

I have no plans on visiting any time soon even though so many people are asking.

I try not to dwell on it.

Often though I see one of them hurting or needing help, and I know there is nothing I can do.

Facebook is good, but in many ways it’s just as bad.

I get back in touch with old friends that I have missed, and then then as soon as we get caught up they’re gone.

I’ve lost so many people that if I really had to think about it I feel like shit that I never talked to them more.

I can’t let myself go there though.

I miss them, but my life is here.

Portland, OR

I often dream about hanging out at Bogarts and Sunsy’s.

I miss hanging out until we couldn’t keep our eyes open at White Castle and Perkins.

I miss the lights, the food, the smells of Cincinnati.

I miss my friends.

I miss my family.

but sometimes I’m a dick…